Testo Mayhem - Kodak Black
Testo della canzone Mayhem (Kodak Black), tratta dall'album Trill Bill
I let you go, embrace it
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Starin' out my window
I think the day just got bad
Waitin' for the sun to come up
To dry these eyes
Take it all out again
Please, this sorrow
Oh
I be wanting to cut a nigga dick off and make him eating
I got torture in my heart full of gas
I smell promethazine every time I fart
You know I'm on my demon, I kept it Z right from the start
Left no footprints on the scene, I did a mission in some crocs
Everyday Halloween, I spin broad day, it ain't gotta be dark
Everyday shopping spree while riding in the mall, I'm pushing carts
Rocking all white cocaine clean, you know I'm hiding from the narcs
Now my nigga been wanna beef because I ain't tryna pay his lawyer
Fuck them, made us bleed and ever since been tryna avoid me
Baby girl got that peach back there, she gotta be from Georgia
Walk through across the Lilly diddly, bitch, I'ma need a quarter
Bust down Jesus piece, lately I've been feeling anointed
Staring out the window on a jigga early morning
You know you can't beat a nigga, might as well and come and join me
Scored a 40 and I ain't 30 yet, like how you ain't gone afford me
Say I can't wait to Sniper Gang, shoot shit up like the army
Starin' out my window
I think the day just got bad
Waitin' for the sun to come up
To dry these eyes
Take it all out again
Please, this sorrow
Oh
Hey, got you bitch stretched out, she in here getting pee'd on
Walking around the house butt naked with my mink on
Dumped a whole clip on a bitch, then I reload
Fuck with lil Crix, that's my dawg, yea he throwed me
Even tho I know the nigga hating, I'ma keep showing love
Until I get him where I want them, I'ma cut throat him
Sweet petite freak soaking wet, weighing 140
Every drink turn Easter pink in my cup holder
I promise not to get too excited about nothing
I don't expect for love to turn on me
Watching all the days fade, I can't even enjoy it
Because I be in the studio until 8 in the morning
They keep throwing beef on my plate when I ain't hungry
I be tryna kill everything, I can't focus
Think about where I been, and where I came, and where I got
I been at the top of my game, where I'd be without
Starin' out my window
I think the day just got bad
Waitin' for the sun to come up
To dry these eyes
Take it all out again
Please, this sorrow
Oh
Credits
Writer(s): Derrick Miller, Bill K. Kapri, Jacob Atl Jacob Canady, Franics Leblanc
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